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Dreamlover
Many suns have set since I dared to look my heart in the eye. The key I used to carry vanished from my nightstand, unnoticed as it slipped away in the night, and I began singing in the shower again, as if life was beautiful. Dear, darling heart. I thought of her, and she called…
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Messiah
He was chosen. That’s what he’d always say when he closed and locked my bedroom door. He was chosen, and I was lucky. He had all the keys, and they’d jingle around on a long chain that hung from his neck as he walked. They’d jingle as he moved closer, so loud that they’d cover…
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The Chosen
Something was in that building. Something that I can’t explain, and something that I can’t get out of my head. It isn’t an easy job, you know. That goes without saying, but I could always see it as something simple. I get to the scene, put out the fire and get everyone out that I…
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Poverty
There is nothing to worry about. I will arrive with a sullen brow and legs of lead, and you will ask yourself what you did to deserve me, but no answer, and no rescue will come. There is nothing to worry about. I’m sorry, but I’m just trying to survive. I know you can understand…
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I’ll Never Tell
Personal Log – Detective Rachel Morgan – 21st February 2068 This was supposed to be a new start, but it’s all screwed up already. I don’t even know where to begin, but getting it down here might clear my head a little so I can think clearly. I took this posting for the kids. London…
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 